The Conversation

Hank, let's talk about your daddy
 Tell me how your mama loved that man
 Well, just break out the bottle, Hoss
 I'll tell ya about the driftin' cowboy band
 We won't talk about the habits
 Just the music and the man (that's all)
 Now Hank, you just gotta tell me
 Did your daddy really write all them songs? (Did he?)
 That don't deserve no answer, Hoss
 Let's light up and just move along
 Do you think he wrote 'em about your mama?
 And about the man who done her wrong?
 (You know that)
 Yeah, back then, they called him crazy
 Nowadays, they call him a saint
 Now the ones that called him crazy (come on)
 Are still ridin' on his name
 Well, if he was here right now, Bocephus
 Would he think that we were right?
 (Do you think he might?)
 Don't you know he would, Watasha
 Be right here by our side?
 If we left for a show in Provo
 He'd be the first one on the bus and ready to ride
 I just wanna go, Hoss
 Wherever he is, I hope he's happy
 And, oh, I hope he's doin' well (yes, I do)
 He is, 'cause he's got one arm around my mama now
 And he sure did love Miss Audrey and a raisin' hell
 I won't ask you no more questions
 To the stories only Hank can tell (no, you can tell me)
 Back then, they called him crazy
 Nowadays, they call him a saint
 Most folks don't know that they fired him from the Opry
 And that caused his greatest pain
 I'd love to tell you about lovesick
 How Miss Audrey loved that man
 You know I've always loved to listen
 To the stories about that driftin' cowboy band, and the man
 You know, when we get right down to it
 Still the most wanted outlaw in the land
 Yeah
 Woo!